Seeing that there was nothing unusual about Lao Suo, he led everyone to the front, and walked to a house, the door of the house was open, and everyone's eyes swept inadvertently, but they saw a verdant towering giant tree in the house, on which hung five huge discs, on the disc, a woman and four young women, were playing.

These five women look exactly the same, and they are related at first glance, just like the old man before, who didn't take the end of the mirror in his eyes at all.

So he walked all the way, and soon turned into an alley, followed by Qiao Ciguang and other demons.

After entering the alley and walking a few steps, I came to a courtyard with a high wooden frame in which two wild boars were hanging, and there were blood stains on them, as if they had just been slaughtered, and they exuded a strong smell of blood.

The boar's head was hung from a stake, waiting to dry, and it looked down at the others, the light in its eyes was gone, replaced by two drops of blood.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Axes slashed into the ground with a crackling sound.

In this kind of small town in the mountains, the villagers rely on their own land to eat, and it is normal to hunt a few big beasts.

The others didn't care, and walked straight past them.

After turning and turning, they finally stopped in front of a private house.

This family is relatively neat in the city.

In the huge courtyard, there are five large tiled houses, arranged side by side.

Next to it are two thatched sheds, which are supposed to be places to store things.

At this moment, the door was closed, and a faint smell of meat wafted out of it, which was a smell that had not been smelled by several families passing by.

Eventually Aoi Kagai stopped in front of the gate, and he glanced at it with his divine sense, making sure that this was the mansion of the mayor of White Grass Town.

Although his divine sense did not detect the whereabouts of the eldest brother, judging from the information from the cicada tower, Baicao Town must be inseparable from the eldest brother.

In such a remote place, civilians are cowardly and ignorant, and the authority of the mayor of the town is far beyond that of ordinary people, if there is anything abnormal in Baicao Town, he will definitely know it as soon as possible!

As she thought, she stepped forward and knocked softly on the gate of the courtyard.

Bang bang bang.

A slightly muffled voice, sounding in the twilight.

After a while, footsteps came in a hurry.

Click!

The door was pushed open, and an old and tired face appeared in front of everyone.

Bang!

Whitegrass Town, a barren land.

At the entrance to the town.

The eight-headed ghost, carrying a luxurious palanquin, walked over a stone engraved with the name of the town and swaggered in.

Inside the ghost sedan chair, Zhan Wuji, who was incarnated as a cursed ghost, sat there upright, and the momentum on his body was undisguised and undisguised.

Streams of rich yin qi surged out from the huge sedan chair.

At this moment, Zhan Wuji appeared here, not his real body.

Once he becomes the three "kings" of the underworld, then he can extract the grievances, grievances, resentments, and curses of sentient beings from the underworld...... to condense a brand new Cursed Ghost!

When the time comes, you only need to inject a trace of your consciousness into the body of this spell ghost, and you can remotely control this spell ghost and accomplish what you want!

"This is ten days."

"In the past ten days, I haven't heard of any immortals coming."

"That doesn't mean there isn't, though."

"I can't use any supernatural powers that violate the laws of heaven and earth."

"Huh?"

"Mo Kwai Jingyi, Qiao Ciguang, are here."

Just as he was thinking, a group of children suddenly appeared in a nearby alley, laughing and playing, chasing each other, and kicking a rotten head away.

Their bodies have begun to decay, and many parts have begun to dissolve, falling down drop by drop. There was nothing left of their necks, no heads.

The immature voice came from the kicked head.

Zhan Wuji glanced at him and didn't say anything more.

The ghost clan who carried the sedan chair did not receive any orders, and still carried the sedan chair and walked forward.

It wasn't long before a pungent smell of blood came to my nose, it was a carriage, and the carriage passed through a wall in which an old man was boiling soup.

In front of Zhan Wuji's eyes, the person called "Old Man" was like a skeleton, without a trace of blood on his body, but in front of his eyes, there was a mouthful of boiling soup, and the blood and blood in it were mixed together.

Their eyes, noses, mouths, tongues, and ears are constantly beating.

It was a skeleton, made with its own blood!

Zhan Wuji's face was calm, and the ghost sedan chair roared away, and the speed was amazing.

Soon, the sedan chair passed through the open door.

And under this force, the door that had been pushed open suddenly expanded by a point.

The yard was full of leaves, dusty, as if it had been abandoned for a long time, and in the southeast corner of the yard there was a withered tree with twisted branches like a hideous evil ghost.

Five white ribbons, hanging five women.

The bodies of the hanged women were completely decomposed.

Flies gather and roar like waves.

One by one, black bugs came out of their bodies, dyeing their bodies dark brown, and I don't know if it was blood, attracting more bugs.

"Bang! Boom! ”

Under the blowing of the strong wind, the pendants were like a pendulum, constantly hitting each other, making a loud noise, and the speed at which the carrion and internal organs on it fell faster.

The ghost sedan chair was unmoved, and walked straight forward.

After flying some distance, the eight-headed sedan bearer received the order and jerked into an alley.

It wasn't long before the ghost sedan stopped in front of a house.

It was a house, the gate was locked, and on a high pillar hung a blood-dripping head, neatly combed and haggard, and on the other side of the pillar was a wooden frame on which two fresh corpses rested.

This corpse, the robe is still there, but the forbidden runes remaining on it are still flickering dimly, and it seems that it is still performing its duties, but the Tai half on it has been cut by the sharp blade, and there is no energy left.

Zhan Wuji glanced at the strip of cloth on the carriage, and on the edge of the strip of cloth, there was a huge mark of the cicada tower.

Judging from the practice of the owner of the house, it seems that he was preparing to make these corpses into bacon.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang......"

Blood splattered everywhere, and the sound of axes slicing into flesh was endless.

At this moment, the huge sedan chair stopped.

"Dare to ask the seniors their names?"

In an instant, in all directions, there was silence, and Baicao Town was like a still painting, silent.